The coast of the East China Sea.
Shen Gongbao and Feng Wu met by chance, but neither of them stopped, they just looked at each other and nodded.
One ray of light flew to Jin'ao Island, and the other ray went to the depths of the four seas.
The four seas meet, the sea water surges, and the blue is endless.
The Zulong Hall stands on the bottom of the sea.
Ancestor Zhulong recovered from all his injuries, returned to his peak, defeated Haotian, made the Dragon Clan independent, moved clouds and rain, brought blessings to the wilderness, and reduced karma. How could he be described as heroic?
Huang Long was watered by the Golden Dragon of Luck, reshaped his Tao body, and inherited the inheritance of the Ancestral Dragon. He helped Gong Bao save the people of the great merchants and earned a lot of merit.
Beheading corpses to prove a quasi-sage seems to be a natural success.
After meeting Huanglong, who had been in decline for three years, he finally turned around and started singing.
Huang Long walked to the main hall and said respectfully: "Ancestor, there are monks here to see you."
"Monk? Who? Did you remember to curry favor with my Dragon Clan at this time? Ha! Gone!" Zhulong waved his hand, not showing any trace of his previous composure.
Huang Long nodded respectfully, "Yes, this disciple will go and reject Senior Feng Wu."
Zhulong's eyes widened in disbelief, "Who?"
"Feng...Fengwu?" Zhulong stuttered a little.
Huang Long nodded, "Ang."
Huang Long has already retreated.
Zhulong hurriedly grabbed Huanglong Taoist clothes, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and the expression on his face could not tell whether it was hatred or excitement and surprise, and he spoke between his teeth, "See you!"
Before Huang Long could respond, Zhulong grabbed Huang Long and headed to the Dragon Clan's treasure house.
In the corner of the treasure house, there is a row of spiritual treasure battle armors on display.
Black, yellow, red, green.
Although the armor has been dusty for hundreds of millions of years, it still exudes the aura of fierce dragon power and ferocity.
Zhulong looked at the row of armors and fell into deep thought, "Huanglong, which armor do you think is the most beautiful?"
Huang Long looked at it and said seriously: "The yellow one looks good."
Zhulong shook his head, "That yellow armor was what I wore when I was young."
"The black one?"
Zhulong shook his head again, "The black one looks a bit solemn and old-fashioned."
"Senior Feng Wu is from the Feng Clan, right? When facing the Feng Clan, don't we have to be more serious?"
"Huang Long, you don't understand."
"The green one?"
"Ominous."
Huang Long surrendered to Zhulong Ancestor, the sixth one, "Then the only thing left is the red one."
Zhulong thought about it and nodded again and again, "Then let's go with the red one."
When Zhulong bravely braved the Nanming Volcano and saw Feng Wu for the first time, he was wearing a red armor.
In a haze of red, Zhulong put on a red battle armor.
Dragon scales stand on top of each other, the power of the dragons is abnormal, the cultivation level of the sub-sage is revealed, and they are even more brave than before.
Zhulong pulled Huanglong out of the Dragon Clan's treasure house, bragging about the past, "For a moment, hold your chest up and your head up, don't show timidity in front of Feng Wu!"
Huang Long was confused, "Why?"
The older generation of surviving monks all know that Zhulong was hunted down by the Feng clan because he made fun of Yuanfeng, but they don't know the complete words of Zhulong.
"I have a plan that can resolve the dispute between the dragon and phoenix clans, and billions of dollars won't prevent the conflict."
"Wouldn't it be beautiful if Yuanfeng and my eldest brother Zulong became Taoist couples and gave birth to a bloodline? I have already thought of the name of the offspring. They will be called Longfeng Chengxiang."
"As for me, Zhulong, it's just casual. I will become a Taoist couple with Taoist friend Fengwu. I have already decided on the name of my descendant. Let's call him Longfei Fengwu."
Then, Feng Wu led a group of masters from the Feng Clan to chase Zhulong for hundreds of millions of miles, never ending.
Zhulong and Huanglong walked to the main hall, still chattering incessantly, their eyes were shining, "Feng Wu is known as the second phoenix of the Feng clan. She is extremely beautiful, but her temper is too hot. Except for me, Zhulong , No one can suppress it in the wild!"
"Later, I have to show off my dignity and prove that our Dragon Clan is living better than the Phoenix Clan now!"
Huang Long nodded knowingly, filled with doubts in his heart, "Ancestor Zhulong must have a problem with his eyesight... Feng Wu is clearly an old woman..."
Zhulong sits high on the left side of the Zulong Hall.
There can only be one dragon sitting in the upright position, and that is Brother Zulong.
Not long after, Huang Long led Feng Wu to the main hall.
Huang Long held his head high, his quasi-sage aura revealed, and said respectfully: "Old ancestor."
"Cough...cough..." A faint cough sounded.
The voice was aged, with a deathly air of dusk, "Fellow Taoist Zhulong, I haven't seen you for a long time."
"Cough...cough...I haven't seen the Billion Dollar Society, but Taoist friend still has the same style." Feng Wu was holding a wooden staff, hunched at the waist, no different from the old woman of the human race.
Zhulong was wearing a red armor and was sitting on the left side. Ever since Fengwu entered the palace, his eyes had been fixed on him.
Feng Wu's body is missing the colorful Taoist robe that Zhulong had when she first met him, and she only wears a simple gray Taoist robe with phoenix patterns.
One is still charming, the other is getting old.
Two people at the same time formed a sharp contrast.
Zhulong could not imagine that the old woman who looked like a dead tree in front of him was the second most beautiful phoenix dance of the Phoenix clan back then...
Zhulong stared at Feng Wu, his throat moved, and he wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.
He struggled to speak out, hoarsely and lowly, "Why are you here?"
Feng Wu's face was full of wrinkles and her voice was sluggish. "Compared with those tribesmen who perished in the calamity, surviving till now and losing all their origins is nothing."
Zhulong opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Zhulong's eyes dodge a little, and he feels a little depressed.
"Yes, compared to the tribesmen who perished in the calamity, just surviving is nothing."
Zhulong didn't dare to say that he was lucky to have survived. It was really better to fall into such a calamity.
Zhulong felt as if a huge stone was stuffed into his chest.
Wearing the Lingbao armor of the past and dressing up with great energy, he wanted to show off his heroic image, prove that today's dragon clan is better off than the phoenix clan, and show off his superiority in front of the 'hot shrew' Feng Wu.
But now Zhulong regrets it.
Seeing old friends withering away like leaves in the wind brings eternal sadness to my heart.
No sarcasm or superior words can be uttered.
Zhulong took a deep breath and said in an unprecedented serious tone, "Fellow Taoist, please sit down."
Feng Wu held the scepter and sat aside.
"Huang Long, please step back."
"Yes, ancestor."
In the main hall, only one dragon and one phoenix remained.
"Fellow Taoist, are your injuries serious?" Zhulong still couldn't hold back and spoke out.
Feng Wu back then was really a beauty. Even though the dragon and the phoenix were hostile, Zhulong was shocked when he first saw her.
Zulong didn't even bother to expose Zhulong, "Are you doing this for the sake of my eldest brother and me? It's obviously for your own sake, and you can't lose face. You're talking about me and Yuanfeng, asking the Feng clan to give you a phoenix dance as a gift, so you don't get hunted down." , who is being hunted?"
Feng Wu was sitting down and said in a calm voice, "Fellow Taoist, why do you ask so much? The damage to the source is irreversible."
Zhulong was silent. Without the help of Brother Zulong, he would probably still be licking his wounds in the deep sea.
Zhulong knows very well that damage to the origin is irreversible.
Moreover, Feng Wu's injury was much more serious than her own.
"Fellow Taoist, what do you want from Sihai?" Zhulong asked seriously.
"Long Han is a thing of the past."
"With light and dust, the three races unite and return to the ancient times." Feng Wu's old voice said slowly.
Zhulong's face was calm, but there was already a wave of panic in his heart.
"With light and dust, the three tribes unite and return to the primitive world? Wucao...how dare she do that?"
Zhulong is no longer the unscrupulous dragon he used to be. Now every move he makes must be considered for the Dragon Clan!
The previous high-profile war with the heavens was just for the dragon clan to become independent, to spread clouds and rain to bring blessings to the wilderness, to earn merit and luck, and to eliminate karma.
"The three tribes unite and return to the prehistoric times. Such a major event can allow the three tribes to quickly recover their strength, or it can also plunge the three tribes into a situation that is beyond redemption."
"This is an adventure..."
Zhulong thought for a long time, still staring at Feng Wu, and said solemnly and seriously: "This matter is of great importance, I have to think about it carefully."
"So, the matter of dragons and phoenixes dancing?"
Mentioning the dragon and the phoenix, the phoenix's face like a dead tree suddenly showed a hint of ruddy color, and said angrily: "I have lost all my origins and am getting old. How dare you, Zhulong, bully me?"
"Old? If we say old, we are all the ancestors of Long Han who have survived the calamity."
"Oldness is nothing but appearance."
"At least you, Feng Wu, dare to say that the three races will unite and return to the ancient times!"
When Zhulong heard this, the sullenness in his heart was swept away, "Although she looks old, she is still the Feng Wu who dares to chase me for hundreds of millions of miles!"
